Archive for May, 2008

~ars memoriae~

Sunday, May 25th, 2008

“…the truth I am seeking lies not in the cup, but in myself.” ~ Marcel Proust, Swann’s Way guest artist: Selena Kimball. I am of the opinion that the path to ecstasy is generally paved with something less than ecstatic, much of which is memory-based. In my world view, memory is a key to essential […]

~mountain slut~

Sunday, May 18th, 2008

is what my boyfriend is. (he also rarely reads this blog, so I am at liberty to out him while twirling my dastardly mustache…) I relish a good range, and the Alps are the finest–grand, playful, spooky–but I am not moved to throw myself down in the wild pansies and make grass angels, and that’s […]

~standing in a sundial~

Monday, May 12th, 2008

The Sun, with all the planets revolving around it, and depending on it, can still ripen a bunch of grapes as though it had nothing else in the Universe to do. ~Galileo Galilei (Heliocentric extraordinaire) Florence is known as a city of art–as well it should be–but the underpainting of the city is science, specifically […]

~crumbling candied violet city~

Sunday, May 11th, 2008

Everything about Florence seems to be colored with a mild violet, like diluted wine. ~Henry James Florence is a branch of grapes heavy with religious and political history; street after street brash and explosive with testosteroni; it’s a pair of David boxer shorts, unabashedly vampiric to the more-than-willing tourists; yet also an ornate and jewel-encrusted […]

~the finger that made me cry~

Saturday, May 10th, 2008

It is perched in a blown glass egg, the base of which reads Istituto e Museo di Storia della Scienza. The right middle finger of Galileo–this heretic’s reliquary–is tucked in a case among telescopes, celestial globes, solar orbs, and tellurium. Or it would be, if the museum’s wonderous objects were not mostly hidden away while […]

~my crooked features~

Saturday, May 3rd, 2008

We do a lot of driving on these trips. I’ve learned to do much from a moving vehicle–edit manuscripts, serve thoughtfully prepared snacks, take in the view, photograph it at 120kph. I’ve even overcome my sad public school grasp of European geography. It is different when you are…There. I often feel like a dog with […]

~knockin on de sade’s door~

Friday, May 2nd, 2008

We traveled to many villages and towns in Provence and the Luberon Valley–there was Avignon, home of Palais des Papes (Palace of the Popes), called by poet Petrarch the “most foul and stinking city on Earth” (its not, but it sure is touristy!), and where we saw a couple waltzing in the morning sunlight on […]

~stay where there are songs~

Thursday, May 1st, 2008

I have been reading several travel and food writers lately, for pleasure, but also with a secret fantasy of being one I think. A. J. Liebling’s Between Meals, Brillat-Savarin’s The Physiology of Taste, M.F.K. Fisher’s Two Towns in Provence, and Sybille Bedford’s Pleasures and Landscapes are all on my night table at the moment. we […]

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